Nia

Remember when MYX could actually pass as cool? Well, me neither, since that has never transpired. Never did. Never will. Another thing that will never happen, not in this universe nor in any alternate universe for that matter is for people to become Nia. I was actually considering Jehna for that one, but that's another story. But anyhow, I dare ask, Why can't everyone be more like Nia; someone who actually has substance, writes VERY well and passionate at what she does? Heck she can cut her toenails and still be passionate about it. I made that one up- but you get the point. It doesn't hurt either she has this uncanny resemblance to Maricar. Uh uh, no siree. There is no way looking like someone from those infamous videos be a problem. There isn't even any problem at all. But what has this world had come into? We suddenly have pasang-awas feeling a great deal of self-importance sprouting like mushrooms on pissed dead woods. And all this poor guy could ever do is shudder in fear at the horrendous sight. Mushrooms are never much of a view, is it? If you imagine at the thought alone, then try seeing it firsthand. So why can't people be more like Nia? You know why.

Sorry

Normally, I wouldn't do this, but I would also ask apology to everyone, in one way or another, I have directly or indirectly alienated. I don't have to present a list, do I? But I'm going to own up to what I did, said or perhaps wrote about you people. I'm not going to defend myself. I wronged you and I'm sorry. To myself, dude, I'm sorry for being the person that I am. It's not going to be all fun ride I tell you. I always have this habit of destroying myself. And I am bound to be hated. I will always be saying things other people wish they could. And I'd be always, like, "well shit happens". But just because I'm always spiraling down, doesn't mean I like it. Maybe I do, but sometimes, I wish it were different. Nah. Okay, maybe I don't at times. Hey it's not like I can do anything about it. Again, sorry, I can. Yeah I CAN. But you do know I'm such a sloth and Satan's spawn right? God did I just argue with myself?Hahaha. If I were to be born again into this world, I'd pick to be myself in a heartbeat. Or not. But bottomline is, Im sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I don't say it that often, but when I do, I really mean it.

Mushy Heaven

One picture. One friggin' picture. That's all it takes… and I'm completely smitten all over again. And I'm sent to mushy heaven again. And again. And again. And I'm like, fuck, I hate this feeling. This isn't me at all. I'm hardcore; I'm sex. drugs. violence. I'm not rainbows, chocolates and horses unicorns. Yet I turn into one at the mere sight of… ugh. Shit. I hate this. But just how all that went awry. The last time I checked we were doing well. And I was about to study horses, if not, learning to ride one. Were you mugged or harassed by some people? By which, I mean monsters I consider as friends. I swear I'd consider them as just monsters now. So am I smelling sabotage here? Jed, dude, do you know how hard it is to find anyone who has substance? Shit you. And this goes to everyone. Consider yourselves warned. God I can't believe I'm back to my old ways again.

Like Magic

Below is my cheerdance write-up for the Crusader Intramurals issue. I just feel the need to post it since it's going to be butchered up anyway by the editorial board... It's my baby and i'm so protective of it, it has to see the light of the day raw, honest and without pretensions. Heck, it's so good it's almost orgasmic.

After amassing over hundreds of crowds eager to see some body maneuvering prowess, it's easy to see why this year’s cheerdance competition is deemed as the most anticipated event of the intramurals season. But then, since when did the cheerdance not become the most awaited? Simply put, it is already ingrained in the mindset of every Atenean that cheerdance is synonymous Intramurals. So healthy, their relationship that it starts to feel one can’t live without the other. Imagine an intramurals without cheerdance. Hmm. You get the point.

The premise is simple. Every year the clock stops, the stars align and the entire Xavier universe gather around the hallowed halls of the gymnasium to see which college has what it takes to be hailed as the best in cheering and dancing. Sounds simple huh? Wrong.

See, it is taken a general rule of thumb here that simple is the most loathed word and the more complex the entire routine is, the better. The team that do good, keep their act together, and wow the audience with best routines win.

Here is the rundown of what really happened last 26th of July

SOE-
The Phoenix clad in blue and white opened the competition… who could ever forget them? Wait. Uhm. Right. They opened the competition. One thing the Educs should realize is that they’re almost there but they are not just getting there yet. Sure it’s one thing to give a good performance; it’s another to be pitted with the giants. It’s just a matter of bad luck that even if they gave a good and clean performance the others did as well. Seryahakune on Youtube could only say “go educ… xD”

Agriculture-
The biggest surprise of the evening came in green and looking almost like a bunch of Peter Pans. The grabbed the third spot. “nice, biggest surprise gyud ang aggies, deserved the spot..” opines 098march.. Although not as clean (the performance) as every bullrider would hope for, they had their moment when they did that synchronized tumbling. And that chubby kid in the center, don’t forget! It has been six years since the Aggies made waves, and this year, they rightfully have gotten what they deserved.

CIT-
If cheerdance has taught us something about the Knights it has to be their sheer athleticism. One cannot deny the fact that their cheerleaders had it going for them in terms of potential. 19jessa89 writes “sUper tumblinG!!!!bow!!! ”. A little tweaking here, a little guidance there and a power costume to boot, it’ll be no time when CIT could drop the ball against the giants. There is still hope for CIT. And great potential, if we may add.

Artscies –
There were many reasons to get excited about the Tiger’s performance. For one, they have always been dependable in delivering great goods… but if we had to pick one, it would have to be the cheerleaders. They were so great at what they do, dancing, doing stunts and all and yet the girls still manage to look cute with oozing hint of sexy after every move. It felt like Sailormoon. Even though, they didn’t land a spot in the top three, that doesn’t make them any less good as cheerleaders. And sexy.

Engineering –
Further proof that the Engineering almost gave the SBM a run for their money: geo on Youtube writes “SBM ko pro mas ganahan ko sa performance sa Engineering!.. ”. They won 2nd. Were they good? Yes. But were they good enough to get the top spot once again like they did last year? The judges obviously said no. Or they could have topped themselves last year, but the SBM topped them more. If it’s any consolation, they were really snappy. And besides, 2nd place is not too shabby either.


Nursing
Come to think of it, the Pythons actually had a chance of winning… if it was America’s Best Dance Crew. “i agree hiphop ra kau sa last part, dli na xa cheerdance. daog unta mo sa hiphop competition... sayang nursing.” adds graXa23. Costume-wise, the pythons looked the part, if not, the best amongst everyone. After the performance, people actually started rooting for them. They were the cutest hiphop oddball that sashayed the court. They even brought the house down. They just lacked stunts. Another one or two tricks would have made a difference.


SBM
In a highly foreseen move, the SBM, donning that perennial yellow, delivered once again enough chutzpah and goods to secure this year’s crown. As everyone can recall, they came in second last year. This time, they have succeeded. “Wala gyud nag-expect. Basta sa amo lang limpyo, walay sayop… bonus na ni ni God sa amo” adds their cheercaptain, with tears were flowing from here eyes. Jenangel913 on youtube sums up the performance as, “limpyo kaau ang ambak, dungan jud. Payts! ;)” Enough said.

There are many things we don’t understand about cheerdance (like, for instance how our bets always don’t get the top spot). However, there is one thing we absolutely, totally understand without question.

When 7 teams perform and represent each college after gruesome weeks of preparation and the entire population stop, watch in awe and admiration, and get together like a solid community (never mind those inflated you-know-what thrown around the gym)… that is when something truly magical happens.

Like Magic. Viva el Cheerdance! Until next year. ;-)

photo credit: Pamela Lico
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The Midterm Effect

Fcuk. I knew this was coming… but I kinda hoped it hadn’t because it sucks. Bigtime.

I don’t even have to reveal my QPI for people to know how my existence is hanging by a thread lately. Hint: I need to pull a miracle in order to survive the ordeals of nursing education. Tricks won't do this time.

I’ve got this question about my class standing and certainly I already had the answer. Particularly if the question is, “am I in BIG trouble?”.

I don’t have to answer that, do I?

too late

In the true i-wished-i-acted-on-it-earlier tradition, I realize that sometimes, by the time I get serious, it’s already too late.

In a word, midterms.

In another related word, college.

Heck I even get the weirdest feeling the next word would be life.

Square Off

Like what I posted on facebook, when Jedyl started talking, i immediatedly rooted for ADDU. haha. Wierd.

Let it be known to the world that, of course, i'm biased to my tita Liz mainly because she's my tita and she's downright cool and she doesn't try too hard to become or sound like an intellectual because she is and always will be the epitome of geekazoid with a hint of street cred. Same goes for her nephew. Duhr.

Let it also be known I abhor that with the exception of myself, I get irritated by stupid people who actually had the means to push their IQs above sea level and opted no to. Shame on you, you guys.

Shame on you.

Same goes to all the fakers out there who obviously try too hard to sound good when they won't, not ever, and not in this lifetime. Read just because you have that American twang or god-knows-what accent you're using doesn't make you brilliant. The more you try too hard to impress, the harder you fall flat on your face.

See it could be defense mechanism you're using but the the fucking truth is, it ain't working.

Simply put, you could fool fifth graders but not this boy. And my tita.

Raindrops keep falling on my head

You have got to be kidding me. It’s not raining hard right now. Because I’m pretty sure the sun shone on that window a minute ago. I mean, why would it rain in the middle of the day? This isn’t a creepy pacific island! And I haven’t gotten any memo that CDO is the new Lost. Or have I? Nah, I went to “Sobriety” and I haven’t had a drink for ages now.

What has happened to the weather people? Don't tell me Polar bears tops the most likely to show up soon list

We will be welcoming the start of the new school year and what better way to celebrate the opening with a couple drinks with some friends. It’ll be crappy shit if it’s going rain then.

So why can’t we be like Norway?... The land of the midnight sun. I don’t think it rains there when sun does overtime 24/7 in the cold Scandinavian skies. I'm wrong here but let's just all think I'm not.

What I’m saying is I hope it won’t rain later. So rain please don’t. Thou shall not dare rain on my parade.

Or could you at least send me an early notice.

I immaculately conceived Gonorrhea.

But before I get any further, I would like to say I did not immaculately conceive anything. Let’s leave me out of this, because I’m so clean it’s almost squeaky.hehe

Kidding aside, someone did.

It would have been neat if both parties got involved of the infamous 5-way hook up that had transpired a long time ago… Maybe not I it’s not your thing, but still - that would’ve given them valid reason why the faucets been leaking down under.

Saying “Hon, I think I got an infection from that sex party we joined at.” than “Bitch, I mean, Hon I tested positive, and I think I got it from you.” would have been way way easier.

I mean whatever happened to those balloons that come in different flavors? If you can’t be good then be at least safe. Dude, put some raincoats on. And girls, who says you can’t buy those. *Cough DOTTED cough. It’s even sexy, in a bondage kind of way.hehe

Believe me; being safe goes a long long way. And unless you’re Mary, you can never immaculately conceive anything. You probably got it from that one night stand you wish you never had.

The drinking problem

About my drinking problem. There’s no such thing. And neither does Rianne. We didn’t fail, right? So there’s nothing to talk about. I made it. She made it too-miraculously. And so did Rob. So there’s nothing.

I know I have been too lax earlier the second semester… got drunk when I passed, got drunk when I failed, got drunk all the time, got drunk for no reason whatsoever. I just did it for Rhum. And boy did he get it done. I enjoyed, got wasted, puked at times, and sported way lot of hangovers. Bottom line is, I enjoyed.

But if I drank hard, I studied harder. I did what a student ought to do; have my brain whacked against stockpile of books. I may have missed some sessions but it was worth it. I couldn’t be more proud of myself.

So about the drinking problem, it’s nonexistent. If it did, I wouldn’t be here at all. It's not like I already texted people that we're having some hard drinking session later. I haven't. Well maybe later.

F.Ü.C.K. You

For Ünlawful Carnal Knowledge, I strongly believe Lily Allen’s Fuck You should be taught to preschool kids.

At least when they grow up they won’t be as fucked up as some people.

They won’t be camwhoring that much. They could and maybe they would… but it won’t be more than the proverbial understandable and allowable 75 frames. 75 frames is already too much, but seeing the same face on the same pose over and over and over with a different background in all gazillion albums is just way too much. You went to this place and that place. Big deal. I went there too… in my dreams.

They won’t be self-absorbed, self-obsessed, self-serving individuals who talk about themselves all day long and think the whole world revolves around them. They won’t be all “me me me me me me”. They won’t go to the bathroom and blog about it. I go there too and usually I take a leak or dump some shit there- not update it on my status.

Am I just being too hard on these breed or should I just turn my email notifications off, but until then, “fuck you fuck you very very much. We hate what you do and we hate your whole crew so please don’t keep in touch”… preschoolers sing with me now.

Fuck You. Ü

Gimme gimme gimme

Let me start by saying Leanne hasn’t fully grasped the concept of Borrowing.
She knows how to borrow and not how to return. She has a penchant for excuses and changing of topics but not in giving back the things to its rightful owner.

Leanne if you’re reading this, get mad, blow up or whatever, I don’t fucking care. Just return those flat circular stuffs known to the rest of the world as DVDs slash the entire four seasons of the OCs. I know you’re a sucker for the show but so am I. It’s already enough that I introduced you to Josh Scwhartz baby and your own twin Juju. The least you could do is return it. I mean, how hard can it be? You go home, you look for it and you give it to me. It’s that fucking simple. Three easy frigging steps.

It just doesn’t make sense at all because when I borrow, I return it after. I hope you do too. So if anything isn’t clear, you want some explanation of some kind, you can… read this text all over again. Blinding flash of the obvious here: I want my stuff back.

Love lots. ;-D

Fingerbang

Somehow, I found the thought of Paris getting fingerbanged in a cab hot.

I also believe that the Dawson’s creek pilot was, quoting Katie’s Joey here, orgasmic. And the entire first season was a series of multiples. It kept on coming and coming if that was sex, my penis would have had a hard time recovering. It was just fucking clever. The Pacey-on-the-verge-of-manhood-and-hooking-up-with-his-teacher story arc was the bomb.

So uh yeah, I watched that teen soap when I was 11. Relived it when I was 19.

Just feeling nostalgic.

Also I hooked up with a teacher. In my dreams. Haha.

But if there’s one thing I don’t want to happen ever again is failing MS. For the 2nd frigging time.

But uh yeah, I failed the midterms. And I don’t have anyone to blame but myself. Believe me; the feeling is nowhere near orgasmic.

Fingerbanging Paris in a cab may seem hot, but fingerbanging my future sucks. Besides, my future’s not Paris. Or her look-a-like. Or even a teacher.